Magic Is The Divinity Of Man Achieved

To Be Rich Is To Give; To Give Nothing Is To Be Poor; To Live Is To Love; To Love Nothing Is To Be Dead; To Be Happy Is To Devote Oneself; To Exist Only For Oneself Is To Damn Oneself, And To Exile Oneself To Hell.

Weakness Ever Sympathizes With Vice, Because Vice Is A Weakness Which Assumes The Mask Of Strength. Madness Holds Reason In Horror, And On All Subjects It Delights In The Exaggerations Of Falsehood. The Cause Of All Bewitchments, The Poison Of All Philtres, The Power Of All Sorcerers Are There.

There Exists In Nature A Force Which Is Immeasurably More Powerful Than Steam, And By Means Of Which A Single Man, Who Knows How To Adapt And Direct It, Might Upset And Alter The Face Of The World.

When One Creates Phantoms For Oneself, One Puts Vampires Into The World, And One Must Nourish These Children Of A Voluntary Nightmare With One's Blood, One's Life, One's Intellegence, And One's Reason, Without Ever Satisfying Them.

When We Love, We See The Infinite In The Finite. We Find The Creator In The Creation.